KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

I sat on the edge of the royal bed, my fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the silken sheets as my mind raced with the weight of the decision before me. The grand chamber, usually a sanctuary of peace, now felt charged with an electric tension that mirrored my inner turmoil.

"Could they really be telling the truth?" I whispered to myself, the words hanging in the air like mist.

The two visitors' faces flashed in my mind - their eyes gleaming with an otherworldly ...